I Miss The War Paroles

anything could happen then:

around a corner, behind a door.



I miss the canon fire,

I miss the air strikes at night.

Down on the basement floor,

we held each other tight,

it rained plaster, it rained glass,

we held on for our life.


My poor crippled con,

my sad one-legged Jew,

I see what it's done to you.



I wish the war was on,

we really worked together then.

Do you remember when

you held the horse, I slit his throat,

the blood ran, melting the snow?

When the meat was carved

the children screamed

and the women cheered.